(Get shorter, that is.)
This morning I’m trying to get a mailing out to doctors who might give support to the Protestant chaplaincy at City By the Sea Hospital. My office admin volunteer is here and putting labels on envelopes. I ran down the street to the postal sub-station to get stamps.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, please, I need forty Christmas stamps."
"I’m sorry, we don’t have any. Would you like some Chanukah stamps instead?"
Not that there’s anything wrong with Chanukah or Chanukah stamps, but it seems to me the letter asking for money to help bring the light of Christ to people’s bedsides probably ought to have, if not an explicitly Christmas-y image of Mary and the baby on the stamp, at least the neutrality of a snowflake, rather than a dreidel.
"No, thank you. What other stamps do you have?"
"We have Eid!"
Before they offered Kwanzaa, I said thank you and left. I guess this means I’m going to the downtown post office for the third day in a row.
What will get me there tomorrow, I wonder?